Saturday, January 15, 2011

(9)

Queen Carmiella hadn’t transferred in days, her mood always calmed by her McCullalt. Yet, she was frantically building her forces. The rest is told to me by a very, very trusted ally. It’s quite maddening and creepy, but alas:

The Queen had gone mad, overtaken by her dreams for domination and revenge. She recruited every witch and wizard in the land, and had enslaved them under her direct command to (as I’ve mentioned before) build a super-force army, and now...she was intent on being of magic herself! She wanted to be able to challenge her sister on an even level, and so had many spells cast upon her, most ending in failures (and therefore, death for the incapable wizard).

One, though, whose name I should know, but don’t because it always escapes my mind, did the unthinkable. Apparently, he had a collection of staffers beneath him, all together working on some potion (for such did exist, but was nearly impossible to master. On one particularly freezing night, she was directed to sit in the great tank, where the Royals would bathe. She obeyed, and entered the freezing waters still with her black billowing cloak. McCullalt helped her down until she was neck deep in. He removed her icicle crown and placed it on a nearby stand. The Wizard leader and his followers approached, each holding several vials and jars of powders.

Queen Carmiellia stared only at the water, when she announced very drably, “Your freedom comes with Your success.” The Wizard gulped but approached. He dumped the first vial in, and a cloud of Yellow shined in the low-lit room. McCullalt stood away from the bath, yet remained in the room. He was ordered to end the experiment had anything suspicious appeared. The Wizard Team began to contribute their jars, a blue powder, more yellow. They began chanting some unrecognizable spells, as the pool began to shine of color The Queen remained calm with her eyes shut, just as the blue and yellow began to swirl in the water, all around her. Slowly, she submerged beneath the water. The colors shined vibrantly on the ice walls as the Wizards stepped back, certainly terrified of their doings. Suddenly! A scream from beneath the water! And then an explosion, shooting the water straight up, Blue and Yellow all over the place. McCullalt drew his blade quickly and approached the Wizards with accusation controlling his wrist.

Then! A great laugh! All turned to see Queen Carmeillia floating above the pool! Yet, she was different! Her once beautiful blonde hair was stained with streaks of Blue and Yellow, and it was a wild mane. Intimidating, for sure! She grinned, slowly lowering herself while gifting the successful wizards with a soft applause.

The Wizard Leader began to tremble, as did his team behind him. She landed on the ground, smiling with her eyes barely open.

“My Great, Great Friend and Ally,” she hissed upon landing before him. “You have done a tremendous job here.” They could only bow.

“But, there is no certainty that it works, true?” she demanded.

The Wizard Leader, an older generation of Magic, began to shudder even more. “My Queen, you just flew over here mid-air. You have changed yourself! You know you are stronger, my Majesty.”

She smirked knowing it was valid, but yet replied, “I just need a quick practice,” and with one hand motion she mustered up this great big ball of blue-white. They began to scream, as she shoved the ball at them. A sudden spark of light and then a calming. There, all the Wizards were statued in ice.

“I always want to remember you just like this,” she said to the frozen faces. Then, a quick hand movement and her crown shot through the air and landed right on her head, cock-eyed like she liked it.

She turned to find McCullalt before her. They shared a smile, and he bent to kneel, but she grabbed him and kissed him. Ice, like a viral attack, slithered from her lips and into his veins, nearly overtaking all his face, until she parted. McCullalt’s face regained color and he breathed out a white cloud of cold. He mirrored her smile.

Queen Carmiellia floated for the door, “We have a war to win.”

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